An Open Book

I’ll never write a book
Although that’s what I said
I’d do, but instead I ran
A marathon with a brutal
Hill at mile twenty.
Life is screwy, and maybe
I just wanted to write about
True beauty, because I
Wanted it so much. Barf.
At least that’s what someone
Who didn’t know me said.

prompted by Poetic Asides
and NaBloPoMo 2014
Do you have a book in you? Fact or fiction? Related to your blog or totally different?
NaBloPoMo_1114_465x287_prompts

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